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Vulpecula Ligeia

"I don't even think you know what I'm saying..."

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a character in “Modern Magic and Martinets”, as played by Vix

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|| Here's To Never Growing Up || Pompeii || Seven Nation Army || The Fox ||



Image|| FULL NAME ||
Vulpecula “Vix” Armonìa Ligeia
|| AGE & CLASS YEAR ||
18 ◎ 7th year, though this is her 8th year after failing last year when she disappeared after her mother's death.
|| BLOOD STATUS ||
Pure
|| HOUSE ||
Eden
|| DIALOGUE COLOR & THOUGHT COLOR ||
#458B00 {chartreuse4} | #78AB46 {pea}



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❝If you try to suppress a sneeze, you could rupture a blood vessel in your neck or head. And die. So... Don't.❞ –Vulpecula



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|| STRENGTHS ||
+Botany; Anything even remotely involving plants immediately draws her interest and her talents shine. She is known for creating personal hygiene products, delicious dishes, and a number of effective herbal medicines. She has an intense love for nature and works hard to preserve it and study it. She uses this to her advantage in her Potions classes. +Debate; She's Captain of the Debate Team three years running and is generally someone you don't want to argue with, always finding a way to turn your words against you and shove words into your mouth. She's knowledgeable in many topics and cultures, even an expert in a few areas. +Athletic; She's not about to go for the Wizard Olympics and most certainly wouldn't challenge her brother Hercules to any sort of sport, but she's more athletic than people would imagine, given her geeky exterior. She prides herself in physical wellness and appearance, engaging in daily yoga and sometimes a game of Shuntbumps. +Academics;She generally succeeds in all of her classes well enough that she tutors quite a few people on weekends when she's not visiting Hogsmeade. She particularly excels in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Arithmancy, and Astronomy. +Healer; Both of her parents were healers and she observed them both closely at work and picked up a few tricks of the trade. She also frequently traveled with her mother and became skilled at mending bones by 13. She also boasts above average (for her age) veterinarian talents with mundane and magical creatures.

|| FLAWS ||
–Technology; If you give her some potions and flowers to work with, she's good. But muggle technology has never really been her strong suit. She can't even work a basic laptop. Aside from that, she has no interest in muggles or their thingamajigs enough to bother with them. The only thing muggle that she cares about and adores is fashion. Especially shoes. Her family tends to always get her new muggle clothes and shoes. –Sacrificial; She was bullied as a child and is still bullied every now and again. She knows how much it can hurt and she tends to put herself in the way when she sees someone getting picked on. It's easy for her to own someone in a battle of words and wit but she's been sent to the physician more than three times in one day for throwing herself into a fight. She's athletic, yes. But she's no fighter. –No boundaries; She isn't exactly sure why she does it and most times isn't even aware, but she possesses little to no concept of personal physical boundaries. She has a tendency to stand too close to people when she talks to them. She's also not big on recognizing when questions are too personal. She isn't afraid to ask you things that even your parents or healer wouldn't dare. –Medical issues; More specifically, she suffers from vigiliis doloribus (translate to "sleep pains") and hypoglycemia. She keeps them under control most of the time but it's not uncommon for her to forget to manage them during studying or working on something new. Vigiliis doloribus is a condition that runs on her mother's side of the family, wherein chest pains and difficulty breathing occur while sleeping. Her grandfather says that it's from a curse laid on the family but easily treated though not fully curable.

|| LIKES ||
! Flowers ! Animals ! Studying ! Learning ! Talking ! Friends ! Winged Horse Racing ! Reading ! Yoga ! Meditating ! Candy ! Coffee ! Sweet things ! Flying Broom Games - Especially Shuntbumps ! Soccer ! Progressive movements ! Potions ! Herbology ! Care of Magical Creatures ! Astronomy !

|| DISLIKES ||
/ Bullies / Muggles / Haters / Loud people / Obnoxious people / Planes / Animal abuse / House Elf Abuse / Sexism / Racism / Isms / People touching her things / People reading her field journals / Dead ends / Incorrect theories / Being treated like a child / Getting caught / Transfiguration Class /

|| FEARS ||
She has an irrational fear that muggle technology will become self aware within ten years time and take over the world. This fear stems from her rather strange grandfather (on her mother's side), who works with Muggle Items for the Ministry of Magic, telling her tales of some strange box with divination disks that tell the future of the lives of other people, possessing strange titles like I, Robot and Eagle Eye. She also fears intimate contact without prior knowledge of one's medical history, terrified of catching a disease. She's neither too fond of planes. It isn't heights she fears, but that the plane will crash and she will die. Not just planes, but pretty much all modes of transportation excluding bikes, skateboards, rollerblades, and brooms. She flew on a plane once with her grandfather he had to put her to sleep with Perciferous Poppy dust he slipped into her drink to keep her from going to the bathroom and apparating.

|| GOALS & AMBITIONS ||
She's an ambitious girl with a lot of goals. She hopes to live healthily for centuries to come so she can help others. Most of all, she wants to be a healer. For people and animals. She's constantly testing out new fields, hardly ever paying attention to her general studies. In fact, her magic classes are all she pays attention to. She hopes to one day become a revolutionary force in the medical and botanical fields. She also hopes for world peace and a greener planet.

|| SECRETS ||
She doesn't like muggles. She doesn't like the way they portray Witches and Wizards in books and costumes and theatre. She doesn't like their food either. She finds it offensive. She also has a crush on the Headmaster and a few other professors, though that's all it is. She has no desire to pursue what she sees is a vain efforr and is comfortable fawning over them from a distance with the rest of the swooning girls and boys.




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❝Do you even understand what I'm saying right now?❞ -Vulpecula




|| BIRTH DATE ||
May 21

|| PERSONALITY ||
Vix was born to be an adventurer and a rebel. Ever since she was a child she would always seek out adventure in any form to satiate her curious notions of the world around her. Even today she is excited by learning new things and meeting new people. She's since then calmed down considerably and is far less flighty than she once was. There was once a time when she would climb out of her bedroom window and go investigate every noise she heard outside. Of course, her parents only nurtured her antics and encouraged her to go out and find herself. They assured her that the best way to figure things out were to do them yourself. She could read as many stories as she wanted about the fantastical hippocampus, or she could see one for herself. She had little to no rules placed upon her when growing up and had the delight of being allowed to roam free when her parents weren't teaching her. She presented such an issue to her Wizard Elementary School teachers that her parents decided she would best learn from them. She was always asking “Why?”
and a simple “That's just the way it is” would not suffice. She was very hyper, though she was calmed easily with difficult tasks given to her and a routine of yoga. She was, and still is, forever fascinated by the world her family presented to her. She concerns herself a great deal with the workings of various plants and creatures, curious as to how they and their various parts worked. She isn't a fan of harming living creatures, no matter how feral, so she spent lot of time learning to instead study them from afar or befriend them to study them up close. She has little trouble at this point when it comes to befriending even creatures that are normally feral, though she's not exactly a dragon tamer. However, her social skills, compared to most individuals her age, leave something to desire. She has no issue whatsoever holding an in depth, articulate, intellectual conversation with her professors. However, she has her own quirks that make it nigh impossible for most students to get along with her. She's not mean, not in any sense of the word. In fact, she is a rather kind and gentle soul. There is, however, her lack of personal boundaries. Some see it as bold, others think it's queer. She has a habit that she hardly notices or gives much of a passing thought to, of standing and sitting very close to people as though they were lovers or best friends. With people who know her well enough, this isn't much of an issue. However, when she approaches someone and finds herself brushing against them, it's off putting for them. That, and the fact that she's wont to taking DNA samples from her peers. Sometimes she might pluck a strand of hair, other times she might swab the inside of a cheek for saliva. Whatever the case, people don't always like it, understand it, or even find it interesting or the least bit humorous. Still, she has managed to make some friends besides her professors. Still, she's a very passionate and opinionated young woman, though she is hardly sensitive. She has no problem taking critique from her superiors but can be a bit snobbish without meaning to when someone with less experience questions her, often replying, “Well, what do you know anyways?” and can be a bit sore when proven wrong. She's a fast learner and studies hard, often forgetting to eat and sometimes passing out. Once you have made a friend in her, you've earned her unfaltering loyalty. While she is one to hear all sides of a story first, that doesn't always apply with her closer friends. She nearly "accidentally" maimed a girl simply from learning the girl had been picking on her dearest friend. She's one to stand her ground on her beliefs, always ready to passionately speak her mind. This tends to happen when you come from a large, crazy family and want to be heard. Growing up with seven elder brothers meant that she had to go through great lengths to get her voice heard and she was not and still is not above jumping onto a table and screeching like a Warbling Waschnap to to have her voice heard. She is very fun to be around and takes many delights in more than a few harmless pranks, having once set over a hundred bunnies loose into the Great Hall to celebrate the impending Easter Break after learning from an American friend that rabbits were a huge part of Easter across the pond. She's always down for a good laugh when she has the time. When it comes to a matter of blood status she is questionably a blood traitor. She can more than understand a dislike for muggles. They seem weird and awful. However, she will not judge a fellow witch or wizard based on their lineage. It was something they had no choice in and they are just as capable of magic - squibs excluded - as she is so she sees no reason to look down on them. However, her general disdain for muggleborns who pay little to no attention in classes and only use their magic to goof off often makes people assume she hates all muggleborns. She holds those who are smart, willing to learn, and those willing to talk to her in high regard as individuals. Unless they're muggles. Will Smith and Shia Lebeof have ruined her from muggles.




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❝I'm back... Stop staring at me.❞ -Vulpecula



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|| ORIGIN ||
ουρανούς/Ouranoús, Greece; Quite near Athens

|| HISTORY ||
Most people wouldn't consider her life particularly extraordinary but Vix views every moment as an adventure. She was born in ουρανούς/Ouranoús, Greece to a couple consisting of a Healer and Magizoologist/Veterinarian. Her mother specialized in treating magical ailments while her father was a whiz at caring for creatures, both magical and mundane. What was uncommon and almost absurd about her family was its size. Wizard families didn't tend to be so large. They had seven other children before Vulpecula, she being the baby girl of them all. Most of the boys had all grown up and gone off to get jobs by the time Vix had begun grade school. Her parents initially put her into a public Wizard school to improve her social skills but she was constantly getting into trouble for being so curious and adventurous, leading to many fights between her parents and her teachers. Eventually, her parents began to homeschool her before she was even seven. Her parents instilled within her more than just general knowledge, but also guiding her through philosophy. It gave her many more things to think about and helped her to calm down. She would often read philosophy books while doing yoga with her mother. She loved her mother so very much. She was very excited when she began school at Magdalena, recalling perfectly how she dragged her parents around while shopping for school supplies. It wasn't much of a surprise that she didn't have the best social skills when it came to interacting with people her own age. She had spent most, practically all, of her life up to that point being around healers and scholars of all sorts. Most kids her own age didn't really understand her and she spent a lot of time eating alone or eating with a teacher. Things got better when she made a few friends. Her father encouraged her to join the Quidditch team, as he had when he was in his third year. He thought it would help her make new friends and give her a new way to release her energy without getting in trouble. She was certainly athletic enough. It didn't work out. Well, it did for a while. She was a Beater for Eden until her Fourth year. She was kicked off of the team midway through her Fourth year after purposefully sending a bludger into the stands, straight for Zara Schwartz upon discovering the other girl had been upsetting and harassing her closest friend. That wasn't a pretty conversation. It was deemed an accident as Vulpecula insisted that she hit the bludger out of reflex and had not intended to hurt the other students. She argued that she couldn't control where the flying ball of death went. Still, Zara pressed the issue until Vix was removed from the team. She was lucky she was allowed by the Headmaster to retain her position on the debate team. She shined brightly and never lost a single debate and actually made some more friends that could battle her in a war of wits. As bright and dedicated as she was, nobody expected her to drop out during her seventh year. It was early in the second semester when she got a call that her mother had been found dead after being attacked by an escaped Dark Wizard. Nobody wanted to tell her because they thought she would worry too much and lose focus on her studies. After the funeral she disappeared. Nobody knows where she went but she did show up to Magdalena this year, determined to finish with school.

|| FAMILY ||
Rinaldo Megalos - Grandfather {Studies muggle artefacts}
Adonis Megalos - Uncle {Healer}
Adonia Megalos - Aunt {Wandmaker}
Agatha Megalos-Ligeia – Mother (Deceased) {Healer}
Athena Megalos - Aunt {Translator & Interpreter}
Agave Megalos - Aunt {Herbologist}
Nikomedes Ligeia – Father {Magizoologist and Veterinarian of Creatures both Magical and Mundane}
Pericles Ligeia - Uncle {Officer for Greek Department of Magical Law Enforcement}
Beelzeboul Ligeia - Uncle {Magizoologist - Specialist with Unicorns}
Lysandros Ligeia - Uncle {Owns Lysandros' Pub in ουρανούς/Ouranoús - Magical Mixologist}
Orion - Brother {Magizoologist - Specialist with Dragons}
Hercules - Brother {Professional Quidditch Beater for the Athens Astros}
Delphinus - Brother {Magizoologist - Specialist in Hippogriffs}
Corvus - Brother {Healer at St. Petrov's in Germany}
Taurus - {Magizoologist - Specialist in Unicorns}
Perseus - {Magizoologist - Specialist in Hippocampus and Three-Headed Dogs}
Monoseros – Brother {Auror}




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|| FAMILIAR ||
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Leotychides... He isn't the brightest star in the sky but he always does mean well. He was a gift from her mother when she first began studying at Magdalena. He constantly has a goofy look about him and trips over his bushy tail when he tries to trot. He doesn't really run correctly either, doing more of a hop. Like a rabbit. Still, he is very friendly and sweet and he loves cuddles as much as he loves fresh cut squirrel meat. His sister, Eudoxia isn't quite as goofy as he is but she does have her special moments every now and then. She cannot sit near a window without licking it several times to claim it as her own and she enjoys trying to crawl into people's socks.

|| PATRONUS ||
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The lion symbolizes self-control, strength, fairness, courage, patience, and nobility. Lion people tend to be charismatic, prideful, protective, and peaceful unless challenged. They are tactical, well aware of their own strengths and weaknesses and those of their enemies. They are able to judge a situation and act swiftly to their best advantage through wit and skill. **Her Patronus was a fox before her mother's death.

|| WAND ||
13” Heartwood walnut with Thestral hair core. Durable and sturdy. She is capable of casting her magic with a high success rate, though the temperamental nature that came with the Thestral hair core would often backfire on her when she first got her wand. Since then she has mastered both her magic and wand and has become a reckoning force when it comes down to charms and hexes. However, she is more prone defensive and suppressive spells in duels rather than offensive. Her attempts at offensive tend to be a crapshoot due to it conflicting with her general nature. She doesn't like to harm others without a viable reason. “This is for a grade” isn't enough to compromise her. Her wand can sense this and might backfire on her despite its loyalty to her, almost as if to say “Get your shit together”.

|| EDUCATION ||
Astronomy (O)
Potions (O)
Charms (O)
Arithmancy (O)
Transfiguration (E)
Herbology (O)
Care of Magical Creatures(O)
Divination (E)
History of Magic (O)
Defence Against the Dark Arts (E)

She is fluent in Greek, Latin, English, German, Hindi, and Khmer. She can understand and somewhat keep up with a few other languages but not enough to hold a lengthy conversation. She vows to learn more so that she might defeat her Aunt Athena one day in their family's game. She is versed in philosophy as well, though she's hardly an expert, but she does have an above average understanding of it for her age group.




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So begins...

Vulpecula Ligeia's Story

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On the morning of September the first, all students arrive at Magdalena early and eagerly, just in time for breakfast. They’d all greet those they hadn’t yet had the chance to see and from there breakfast commence. Whether or not the lot of students got any rest usually depended on their compatibility with trains, which was inevitably unlikely. All students boarded at different times and different places, but they all arrived at 8am on the dot.

ImageProfessor Hawthorne announced the arrival of the first years as the rest of the diverse school sat munching, to which they sorting ceremony began. Magdalena had it’s own special way of sorting students into their houses. Though it seemed rather average or rudimentary, there was an enchanted basin placed at the end of the long line of first years. From there, they would draw their house, and go to join their tables pridefully.

Each table was dressed neatly in it’s house color named boldly with a banner lined in gold and silver, a glowing mist emanating around all the dishes and plates that floated and rotated so that everyone could get a bite. Not only did the tablecloth glow as brightly as the plates did, but it would almost play with the children. Pleasing them with thoughtful images of animals that best described their actions or their houses, and blasting the occasional first year in the face with what looked like an abundance of glitter.

Once the frayed nerves of the newbies died down, the students would surely be reintroduced to their new home know as Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

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Emery settled down at the Eden table, dressed elegantly with their house color, a bright, spring green that seemed to sparkle into the raised ceiling above. Flowers and shrubs seemed to be growing from the green stringing tablecloth, muffled sneezed could be caught when paying close enough attention amid the chatter of other students. Of course, as always, Emery was delighted to be there, if not upset to leave the company of his parents, even so to the most esteemed school in central Europe. If you were to spot him, his grin which stretch from ear to ear, seemed inseparable from his face. There couldn’t possibly be anything to dampen this morning, he believe that until of course he laid eyes on his plate, which sat full and for some reason undesirable. Emery was far too incandescently happy to eat, he feared he might not nearly enjoy the rest of the day if he ate much else…

The young wizard’s eyes wandered the grand room which swelled with an unbelievable amount of that mist, almost chokingly. Rabbits and pigs and other animals pranced below the moulding of the ceiling. The teacher seemed engrossed in conversation, maybe even a few looked well hungover seeing as it was morning, and hardly anyone truly had the chance to pull themselves together for the school year. Emery himself was proudly wearing his bed-head from the restless night on the train from Poland. The rocking of the vehicle kept him awake for the majority of the ride.

From there he knew he had class orientation ahead of him. It was a shortened day of a run-through schedule, which in total meant he’d get to be much earlier. That sounded wonderful. He feared he may even doze off in the presence of the other students, but he found it in himself to keep busy. In particular, he caught sight of Vulpecula, further down the table. Glad to be back at Magdalena, Emery would have to get used to using magic legally once more.

Pulling his wand from his robes, he whispered a spell to begin - at first hesitantly - stirring up his unused napkin, only to send it flying in the witch’s direction, likely ending up in her face, on her hair, or plainly in her food. And once he’d caught her attention, he’d give her a sleepy smile as if to say something like, “Good morning.”

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“Strongylodon macrobotrys, silene tomentosa, cosmos atrosanguineus, and momordica charantia. Perfect specimens mutated and crossbred to provide optimal results in treatments and products. Environments are stable and charms seem to be holding...” A young woman spoke aloud to herself, a mix of Greek and Latin rolling from her tongue as she tended to an array of colorful plants situated around her room among many more plants. Among the plants were beakers, test tubes, and phials; some were empty while others contained colored liquids. She moved around checking some of everything, swishing some liquid here, clipping a leaf there. She continued muttering to herself, pausing every now and then to scribble something into various leather bound journals. An alarm went off and she quickly grabbed a cheap flip phone, silencing it. She'd be expected in the Great Hall soon.

A sigh left her lips as she drew away from her tables lining the walls, putting the majority of her journals back on the bookcase, others going into a campy fox bag as she grabbed her robe and slipped it over her body before proceeding to the Prefects' Bathroom with a small bag of toiletries in hand, keeping her head down. Vulpecula boasted her own proud collection of homemade hygiene products ranging from conditioner and body wash to toothpaste and deodorant. Nearly everything she cleaned up with possessed the scent of some exotic plant, sought after by many of the girls she knew. After some of her things were stolen during her second year she began making them in bulk, to order, and charged for them. She wasn't doing that this year though; they'd have to get their perfumes and such elsewhere because she had to work on her grades. Not that her grades were bad - She just needed to focus.

The Prefects' Bathroom was baron, leaving her to be in peace. She was soon beneath the immense and relaxing pressure of piping hot water from one of the many showerheads, filling the bathroom with steam that fogged the windows and mirrors. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she remembered her mother's note. Agatha seemed to know ahead of time that her days were numbered and her daughter would take a road trip after finding out about her death; She was great at Divination. The woman didn't mind too much, telling her to do so if she absolutely needed to - which she did - but also told her that she needed to finish with school. That was all Agatha ever wanted from her children. She didn't need her little Kit to go on and change the world, become a doctor, or anything. She just wanted her to finish school. Vulpecula obliged to her mother's last wish and re-enrolled in Magdalena though she wasn't happy about it. She liked her friends and most of the teachers. She just felt that it was maybe too soon to go back. However, she wasn't going to be some twenty-something completing her Seventh Year courses. She would finish this year.

She emerged from her bathroom clean as the proverbial whistle, applying a light cover of makeup and some piercings before heading to one of the full length mirrors. She pulled her wand from a sink nearby, the dark chocolate colored stick of wood with a fox and her namesake constellation carved into it, pointing it to her hair. Her dark locks, jet black with highlights of green and white, pulled themselves into their usual fashion of tight knit dreadlocks before she grabbed a pair of jeans and a silken blouse the color of fresh moss. She hated school uniforms and she would not wear one until forced to do so.

She was once threatened by the Headmaster to have her uniform forcibly put on her by their very broad shouldered female nurse who happened to have abnormally large and calloused hands. Still, that didn't stop her from slipping up and opting for her own clothes. She at least slipped on her House robe over the clothes before slipping into her favorite pumps and clasping on her mother's bracelet. It was an heirloom, passed down through the women in her mother's family. Vix didn't expect to have gotten it until she was in her forties. She closed her eyes and stifled any more tears to prevent redness and puffiness, lest she have to explain herself to anyone.

Sheathing her wand inside her robe, she grabbed her bag and headed out with her head held high and her Prefect badge shining. The halls weren't very congested, mostly everyone joined together for dining and sorting. After returning to her room to leave her bath necessities and grab her other bag, Vulpecula wasted no time getting to the Eden House table where she sat in her usual spot after shooing away a startled Third Year, pointing out that her name was, in fact, carved on that particular seat. There were whispers around her and a few eyes cast her way. She paid no attention to them because she had no intention of answering their questions: Where did you go, why did you go, what did you do? There was speculation that she had been expelled for being caught with marijuana or had been making chemical bombs. Of course it was all a bunch of rubbish and she hadn't gotten into any such severe trouble with school authorities. With the way she ducked her head, attempting to avoid being on the Headmaster's radar, some concluded that she had snuck into the school to cause trouble.

She issued a heavy sigh as she began to pull out some books and journals, hunkered over them after pushing away food so she had room to to lay them out and see them all while she read and wrote. She was in a foul sort of mood, smacking the heads and hands that dared near her notes. If she had it her way she'd be elsewhere. By herself. But such an occasion was mandatory and she didn't want to push her luck, knowing that there was to be a lecture in store already for the lack of uniform. She didn't speak to anyone, feeling a certain sort of awkward about it. She had left abruptly with no goodbyes or notes and barely even contacted her family during her travels abroad, much less the friends she had at Magdalena. Hugs might have been on the mind of some, but the drawn brow and dark, stormy look in her normally bright hazel eyes told them that it was probably best saved for another time.

There was one who was brave enough among the Eden table.

She was in the middle of sketching a plant she had managed to crossbreed in Cambodia while visiting some of her mother's old friends (and soaking up some rays in the amazing lagoons) when she caught something flying her way. Her head turned just in time to get smacked by the napkin sent flying her way. Growling under her breath, she grabbed it and snatched it away from her face, slamming it on the table. Her glare met directly with Emery's sweet and sleepy gaze. Her expression softened considerably as she rolled her eyes and gave the smallest of smiles. She didn't see how he - or any of the others - were even remotely sleepy. She had been up for hours and she felt fine. Probably because she had too many emotions to process. She didn't want to sleep and continually found something to keep her awake. She knew a spell that prevented sleep and stimulated her appetite, something she didn't seem to possess when she got too focused on her work. Like now. She generally used it whenever she needed to cram for a class she wasn't exactly the best at. Like Smuggle Studies.

She eyeballed the food set before her and decided that she would have an apple and a muffin before closing her books and putting them away, turning to Emery. “What did I miss?” Her thick accent rose above the noise level just enough to carry over to Emery without him needing to strain. She pushed her glasses up more onto the bridge of her nose, her other hand motioning for Emery to come and sit by her after shooing off the person sitting to her left.

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Scribbling echoed thorugh out the empty dorm room. Everyone was down at the feast but Robyn had yet to get dressed or make an attempt too since she got here. Her hand was moving incredibly fast across the white sheet of paper while it produced beautiful art. Her head was slightly bobbing to the music that came from her headphones that have glued into her ear since she left home. For a brief second Robyn's eyes flickered to the clock reading the time then back at her paper, she began to lift herself from her seat but her hand didn't stop until she was standing up completely straight. " Damn, Alright Lana come on time to get our butt's to the feast." From in between her pillows on her bed emerge a white, slinky fluff that ran across the bed and onto Robyn. The witch gave a small warm smile to the little creature before putting the fluff into her pocket with it's head peeking out.

Looking at herself in the mirror for a second Robyn grabbed a bandage from her backpack and placed it over the nasty cut on her nose. She then quickly placed her jet black locks into a messy bun and slipped on her robe. The witch just finished a seven hell long train ride from france and didn't feel like changing out of her comfortable clothes at all and plus nothing ever stopped her from breaking a couple of rules, especially on her first day back at Magdalena. After a slight nod of agreement with herself, Robyn turned and grabbed her leather bound sketchbook, pencil and two green apple flavored lollipops. She unwrapped one and stuck it in her mouth as she headed out of her dorm and to the feast. Just thinking about her train ride made Robyn cringe because by the time she got off the train her butt was numb and her body ached being stuck in a sitting position for hours.

Upon entering the room Robyn saw that it was packed with students already then she realized she was late so of course it was going to be packed already. Twirling her Lollipop in her mouth the blue eyed witch made her way over to the Hart table where she settled down in and smiled at her fellow housemates as greetings were exchanged. She briefly made conversation with two other students and while she did she sneaked some pieces of meat under the table where Lana took and ate them. After the small talk Robyn proceeded to open her sketch book and begin drawing again, ignoring her hunger for the time being.

After a good five minutes of drawing the witch raised her head from her sketch book and took a deep breath. She pulled out the stick that was left from the sour treat and placed it on her napkin before reaching out and grabbing the honey and milk. She poured herself a glass of milk then a spoonful of the golden sweetness into her glass then stirred until the milk was tinted a slight golden color. While she drank from the glass her eyes wandered around the room spotting a familiar face, Vulpecula. Robyn placed her glass back on the table and wiped away the milk stash as she watched the woman curiously as she conversed with another friend of hers, Emery. Spending a good minute debating whether to get their attention or not Robyn decided to let it be and continue her drawing even though she actually wanted to talk to them but her sketch pad was whispering to her to finish.

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Location; Dining Hall, Magdalena Academy
Date; September 1st


Emery twiddled the wand between his fingers, shifting to get out of his seat, and jog around the table to squish himself beside the Greek girl. He waited to reply up until he was right up next to her, sitting backwards so that all he could see was her and the Vorne table behind them. "Me, I should hope." An outright grin followed. Emery didn't move in to hug her, but the way his eyes curved along with his smile said more than enough. It was refreshing to see Vul's face, comforting even. He eased into the seat, his back relaxed against the clothed wooden table.

"How was your break?...More importantly, where had you gone last year?" Emery asked coolly. As cool as he could for someone who was generally excited about everything - actually, there was hardly anything cool about it. His second question was something of a marvel for him, if not for everybody. Emery's Polish accent seemed to be at full capacity since he'd been back home, expertly articulating every T, but it would surely get whittled down by the others he'd hear as the year would pass. Vulpecula's seemed to be the most influential of them all, he'd occasionally find himself saying common words in Greek as the conversations grew more consuming. Emery would like to think he might have had some effect on Vul's herself, but then again, Vul always sounded the same to him.

Emery chuckled, as the muggle film he'd seen when he was younger, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, crossed his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if Vulpecula's family was much like that. Big and unruly. It was a stereotype, indeed, but at this school, anything was possible. To Emery's disappointment, Vulpecula hardly seemed like the type to be in one if those families, unless she was as the main character was; Toula, the normal - well - the almost normal one. But that didn't count either, did it, Vul was a genius and everyone knows it. She was not average like other students.

Emery found himself acting like no time had passed at all, personal space being an exceptional disregard to their friendship. He seemed to tilt forward towards her, face to face, so that she may even be able to make out the water and sleep that still remained in his brown eyes.

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Anita sighed deeply as she stood next to the train on the platform near Magdalena. She hated sitting for so long, it had been awful. Since she didn't particularly like planes it the first place, the nine hour plane ride had been harrowing, she'd nearly thrown up a few times. She had imagined that it would become easier to get used to airplanes as she got older, but she suspected that it had actually gotten more difficult and frightening. She would have rather gone by broom. And then there was the fact that Germany's time was three and a half hours behind India's time, which was strange since she seemed to have lost six hours, or gained them? she could never remember which. She stretched to crack her back after the seemingly just as long train ride, which had made her extremely tired and grouchy. It felt as though she hadn't slept in days, even though it had only been several hours.

She had of course had to leave insanely early in the morning, in fact her mother had woken her up around one in the morning and had forced her to dress groggily into a pretty half-saree that her mother made for her first day back. Anita had tiredly tried to explain that they wore uniforms at school, and she wouldn't have that much time to change, but she didn't have enough energy to actually change her clothing, and so she allowed her mother to dress her. This had made travel very strange, she felt the stared of many non-Indians when she boarded the train in Germany, as if they had never seen traditional Indian clothing before. She had frowned and ignored them, but she could still hear the women talking about the beautiful colored cloth and interesting culture that she possessed as if she was some museum piece.

She hadn't slept on the train, only on the plane after she had gotten rid of her family at security. When she had settled in her seat and take-off had already happened she slept, though not deeply, but it was sleep all the same. On the train she looked longingly out the window, shifting every once in a while to get comfortable and eating the chickpeas that her sister had packed for her the night before. They were cold but still just as spicy as she liked them to be. Anita supposed that she would have sto save them for as long as she could.

As the conductor had told her, her bags were being placed in her room at the moment. She yawned and found Tulip, who had strategically placed herself on her shoulder, Anita smiled at her.

"हम अंत में यहाँ हैं," She said to the small rabbit in Hindi, though it wasn't technically the language of Kashmir Valley her family had always spoken it."We're finally here." She began to make her way up to the school, hopping into one of the carriages joyfully. She had exactly fifteen minutes to change into her uniform and get to the hall. "ओह बकवास," she said. "Oh crap," looking at the pocket watch in her small bag as she arrived at the grand entrance hall. She jumped out of her carriage and shot through the halls to her dorm room, not stopping for all of the confused younger student's stares of confusion at the strange Indian girl tore through the halls.

She arrived at her room and quickly stripped, not bothering to fold her half-saree and throwing it onto the bed in haste as she struggled into her black pants and collared shirt. She ran down the stairs while throwing on her robes and making sure that Tulip was in her pocket, heading towards the great hall. she entered in a rush and made her way quickly over to the green Eden table, a broad smile appearing on her face as she noticed Emery and the back of a familiar girl's head. She sat down at the bench across from the two older students and huffed a sigh of relief.

"Its nice to see you again, Vix," she whispered across the table in a Hindi accent and then turned her head and began to gather food onto her plate, realizing how hungry she was.

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The past week had been a slightly bearable day by Vix's standards; She had spent a good deal of time playing with Rostbraun and hiding out with Professor Mortimer, escaping whatever Prefect duties she could whenever she could without being completely lazy about it as well as avoiding the Headmaster like the plague. However, she resolved to make up for it today. She cringed at the thought of any sort of failure coming from her part, excusing last year's trip as a necessity and more of a success considering the loads of things she learned. This year, she assured -- no, promised -- herself, would be far better than all the other seven years. She had even bothered to wear proper uniform that day, albeit continuing to adorn herself with a few accessories; her mother's bracelets, a spattering of studs and jewels in her ears, a bar in her tongue. And her heels. Her beautiful green pumps. There hadn't been a single day when she had looked completely in uniform since the day she arrived, though she hadn't always been caught. Usually when she was it was for her shoes.

She was going to change this year. Sort of.

She looked different today, having changed her jet black dreads into waves and large curls of milk chocolate and adorning minimal makeup. She kept her tattoos covered, her hair down so that the one on her neck wasn't visible either. She had even gone against polishing her nails though she couldn't resist a quick manicure, striping the tips with green. She could try all day and night but she wouldn't, couldn't, allow herself to just be normal. It simply wasn't how she was programmed. Still, she looked professional enough and she felt that it would do fine. At least she hadn't completely disregarded dress code as she had done the first day. She donned her robe over her knee-length pleated skirt of grey, her vest, stockings, and snowy blouse after tucking in her tie.

She had been up before the sun, completing her morning ritual of yoga and bathing, tending to her plants and experimenting with potions before she slipped into uniform and began to prowl the halls with her nose stuck in a book, her bag filled with necessities for class as well as guides for new students who she had noticed yesterday hadn't gotten the hang of their schedule or routes yet. She took care to pay enough attention to others to avoid them this time around, politely greeting those she passed. She soon enough had to put her book away, tasking herself with guiding a group of adrift adolescents who were getting turned around, hazed by some of the older students as they struggled to find their way around through the crowd. It preoccupied her mind and disallowed her to be dismal with depressing passing thoughts as she offered her best smile and assured them that they'd eventually get the hang of it and the other students had meant no harm to the tiny children. She hadn't bothered with attempting to engage them in conversation relating to their studies, figuring she would end up getting carried away and losing their attention with her babble.

Instead, she spoke of Magdalena's extracurriculars and staff as though she were a saleswoman making a pitch or a professor talking to a parent of a potential pupil. Her lack of personal boundaries proved to be of little issue, seeming to comfort some and amuse others as she linked arms with one of them while acting as their guide, patting a few heads while she was at it. They had finally arrived among the mass of other students eating and she quickly directed them to Eden's table, not too far behind them. Adjusting her badge and holding her head up, she turned her head to see that her nettlesome felines were prowling around and begging for a spot of food from her House mates. Shaking her head with a light smile, she fell into silence and stood in a bit of a daze as if not knowing what to do with herself now alone -- Even in the room teeming with other individuals she couldn't help but to feel a mite lonesome.

It was the baritone of the Headmaster that drew her out of her convoluted thoughts, her brows lifting at his speech. She wasn't quite as fazed by it as most, pursing her lips. Dragons were dangerous and not a creature easily tamed. The only “tame” dragons to exist were counted on a single hand weren't quite so much tame as they were conquered, doing their masters' bidding with the expectation of pain being delivered if they didn't comply. Those were dragons working in banks and Vix was among those in her family who opposed such treatment of the massive creatures.

Still, it was puzzling as to why a weyr of Chinese dragons were so far from their homeland and she wondered if they'd had caused any damage yet. Her question was answered just as the thought formed. She wished to send an owl to her brother but it was likely he wouldn't give her answer. He wouldn't want her involved in anything outside of her schoolwork. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be in the know -- Skilled as he was, he was still an apprentice and he worked in the Ukraine. No way he'd know what was going on in China. Her own knowledge concerning dragons was limited to what tales her brother told her of his work, a few dusty books she had read, and the outrage her father brought home about battered dragons he treated at banks. Still, she knew enough that it was queer for the dragons to have migrated so far East.

She gave a sigh as worried chatter rose from many of the first years at Eden's table, offering a quick smile as she spoke up a bit. “Alright, calm down. I assure you that we are perfectly safe here from any dragon. The dungeons are sturdy and capable of holding and protecting us all. Besides, the only fire-breathing, coldblooded carnivore you need to concern yourself with while you're here is Professor Hardwick. If any dragons come by, I'm quite sure his temperament and scowl will send them off before you can say "Shuntbumps".” Her voice was raised enough that her table and a few other tables could hear her, her tone confident and light as she teased to ease the jitters. She earned a few laughs as the tension died down a bit though there were some still, understandably, worried. Quite a few of them had family in Germany and worried for the their safety. Stark students nearby were quick to throw glares at the blasphemy she spoke of their House Head.

Ducking down, unsure if any professors had shot disapproving glares at her words -- if they'd even heard her -- she made her way to a small boy clinging to his sister, both seemingly on the verge of tears. They were from a small town on the outskirts of Germany, bordering France. “Warum gehst du nicht auf einen buchstaben arbeiten heute und senden sie eine eule, um ihre familie in der mittagspause. Ich bin sicher, sie sind in ordnung, liebt.” “Why don't you work on a letter today and send an owl to your family during lunch. I'm sure they're fine, loves,” she told them. Unfortunately, the harsh German tongue clashed greatly against the more graceful flow of her native Greek language and she never had liked using the language much. It sounded so ugly. She had to speak slowly and sound out the words so that she wasn't misunderstood, fearing that the children before her would take offense at her slow talking.

She gave her best reassuring smile as she wrapped her arms around them and pulled them in tight. They weren't overreacting, of course. Dragons were known to be dangerous and fiercely territorial -- They might not be quite as spazzed if the news delivered hadn't mentioned that the dragons were attacking populated areas and farms. She would spaz too if she had heard that a dragon was flying around Greece off of the reserves, attacking cities and towns.

She was sure that Lidya and Gregorov's family was safe, assuming that the dragons had taken a northwestern flight rather than rounding south then east. If they hadn't reached Magdalena yet then they wouldn't have reached the Kripkes' town. So, she rubbed their arms and shushed them before leaving them to scribble letters of warning and well wishes whilst stuffing their faces. Vulpecula played with her hair for a moment and a half, moving along the table eventually to soothe a few more students, her lack of boundaries not being so strange now as she hugged and patted backs. She began reaching into her bag, passing out maps to those who had yet to navigate the large castle so that they wouldn't get into trouble for showing up late. Some hadn't yet gotten their supplies for class in hand and she encouraged them to do so before breakfast ended, lest they end up in a mad rush for their dormitories to acquire their things, stampeding back through the halls to reach class on time. It always did well to be prepared.

She took her own advice, caring little to socialize with her friends before making her way through the crush of other students as she headed for the greenhouse. She had Advanced Herbology up first with one of her favorite professors. She enjoyed talk of flora with the Aussie Half-Blood and even more, she enjoyed sharing her crossbred plants with him. She had a host of notes of her experiments in her trademark fox bag along with moving photos of some of her more mobile plants. She was recently proud of a plant she had cultivated that served double medicinal properties that helped with her sleeping disability and provided a tasty treat. She wasn't completely sure of its nutritional purposes yet though. However, it did cause a temporary problem with salivation of those who ingested it. She was very careful and timid with her experiments concerning plants, fearing that she might harm the greenery. Still, she was excited. Her cats weren't too far behind, bellies filled with pilfered meat from their morning of begging. They gave happy meows as the greenhouse came into sight.

They weren't the first ones there, having been beat to the location by three others. She recognized them from Herbology Club and gave them a wave as she marched right towards Professor Ludwig, pulling out a small stack of papers with photos attached as she did before immediately launching into discussion as though she had only seen him yesterday. Which, she hadn't. For the first week of school she avoided her extracurriculars with feigned sickness while she had gathered herself. She hadn't participated much in class either other then getting her work done, extricated from even her most beloved professors and subjects. But today she was a woman new, doing her very best to snap back to herself. That came with chatter. “Been meaning to show you these. I was originally working on a fruit bearing plant to treat angina and dyspnea at once without need for preparation and providing some ease on the taste buds, which I succeeded in, but it came along with some endophytic fungi. The plant is lobelia peculiarem hydrastis sapidum. I got the lobelia seeds from Eastern Africa, which I think carried the fungi.”

She proudly displays notes and photos concerning a plant lush with dark green leaves and large bluish-purple berries with cream colored ledge-like appendages growing from the stems near the base of the potted bush plant. “I'm still working on the, uh... The sialorrhea problem. And the... Well, it makes your lips numb. That only worsens the drooling. Still, it has proved effective in treating angina, dyspnea, and low blood sugar. The Silverseal does cause low blood sugar -- but you know that -- however, the lobelia peculiarem counteracts the berberine to stabilize blood sugar levels. I'll admit that i hadn't expected the two plants to cross well with one another but I am glad. I've been working on it for ages. I should have known that the lobelia was the perfect plant to counteract the Silverseal!” The chattering young woman moved both hands, hardly giving the professor a chance to peek at the notes or get more than a moment's glance at the photographs with her excited and animated movements while she explained the usage of her plant. It was hardly extraordinary compared to many other plants out there but she was quite proud of hers because it was hers.

It was slightly forced, her excitement. She was still reeling on the inside. As she had told Professor Mortimer, she didn't know how to handle death. The only thing she had been able to do to keep from dissolving into tears and becoming a nervous wreck was to keep herself busy. Entertaining and caring for Rostbraun and delving deeper into her schoolwork and personal experiments more than usual did the ticket but it had caused her to shirk her responsibilities as a Prefect. She coveted her Prefect position because she saw it to be a testament to being one of the best students. She could not face the shame of having it taken away. A bit of chocolate, a pep talk, and forced conversations had set her morning off in a decent direction. However, she wasn't sure if she could keep up the façade. She didn't really want to talk to them. Not the students. Not the staff. She just wanted to lay down. Vix didn't want to cry anymore though. She was fresh out of tears. Not really, but she had used a spell to keep her from crying after going to lunch last week with watery eyes. It ruined her mascara!

The bright teen kept on her brave face, giving the expert of flora before her a most nervous half of smile that favored the left side. She could feel her knees wobble as she wondered if perhaps she was trying too hard. She hadn't actually spoken to him since... Well, last year. Maybe he was disappointed in her for dropping out and spending the last week as a robot, avoiding confrontation with him. Maybe she had hurt his feelings. She liked to think a few of her professors considered her a friend. She seemed to have earlier hurt Emery's feelings when she held back information from him, information she still withheld. Besides the Headmaster, she had avoided Emery the most. She hadn't meant to, not completely. She just didn't want to break. He did that thing, being so nice and comforting. She had never withheld personal information from him because she never had personal information to hide. She was afraid to see disappointment in his eyes. She would surely crack then. It would only be too soon then that he'd blab to somebody even if he didn't mean too.

But why? Why was it such a secret that her mother was dead? Everyone else had family members that died all the time, right? She had consoled a person or two that had lost grandparents, never thinking she'd lose somebody. She always figured she would die before anyone else in her family. Possibly from falling out of a tree. Simply, she didn't want what she saw everyone get when they brought news of death. She had never truly felt sorry for anyone whose family member had passed because that was life, she always thought. And she didn't want that. People would pat her back and look at her like a unicorn with a split hoof limping through the halls and forcing herself to make it through the day. She wasn't the strongest girl at school but she wouldn't let them see her cry. The thought of going a week or even longer with people asking her to talk about it, saying they were sorry and probably not meaning it, asking if she was okay... She didn't want it. But the fact remained that she couldn't continue going on as detached as she was. She'd then be bothered by more questions. The best thing to do, she decided, was to act as if none of it ever happened. Fake it until you make it -- Her grandfather told her muggles said that sometimes. It applied.

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Emery tried to keep up with Vulpecula’s apple lecture. She, of all people, had to be named best for getting others lost in her wildly detailed yet unfamiliar explanations. Emery nodded and squinted and put everything into the act, while eventually he found himself observing her eyeliner, rather than her reasoning. To jestsztuka nie może tworzyć magiczne // That is an art no magic can create. He was convinced makeup was a science on its own. Fortunately, his choice of thought kept him looking her in the eyes, though so much to the point where he continued to stare even after she’d stopped speaking, which eventually gave away the fact that he wasn’t paying attention anymore.

”...Hmmm, Polish apples.” Emery inhaled, as if being brought back to life. Reality chimed in and he redirected his attention really on her instead of the work she had done on her eyes. He propped his head in his hand and pictured all of her brothers. “Orion? I-isn’t he de one from…” But Vulpecula continued further passed his mutters. Emery’s smile returned as he tried to imagine all the amazing places she’d seen, places he'd never dreamed about going...but Emery wasn’t stupid. Not completely stupid. Something wasn't right. There had to be something she was avoiding telling him, and at the same time, he couldn’t blame her for that. This only worried him. His smile faltered. Emery was anxious to know what was wrong, anxious to find out if he could sustain his own composure. It was probably nothing, it couldn’t be all that bad.

Emery tried to regain his enthusiasm, for her and her escape from the magical law. Unfortunately, that wasn't the way it worked out.

There was always that sickening that came with knowing his friends couldn't trust him. To Emery, it wasn't thing he could really change about himself. It was really just a part of his life he had to deal with. It's not like he really claimed any right at all to be the victim about it. There was no tragic movie background story to amend his troubles with it. He was just simply poor at all and anything to do with keeping a secret. Nothing he could say could change that. Eventually, friends of his just got into the groove of avoiding his loose-tongue, while maintaining quite the lovely friendship and if someone hadn't at all, he'd probably be on his own, always evenly reminded that he lost a good friend because of it.

"I suppose dis is the time where I share in return." Emery finally said after the long drawn out pause, while he grabbed a scone from one of the levitating plates and started munching, taking the time to think before he told her about his time in Poland. Visiting family, traveling with his parents, and making a few new friends who went to a wizarding school outside of Spain. All of it together much more brief than Vulpecula's, some of the information neglected after the sudden realization.

What else could he say?

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There was an unusual and awkward pause as Anita gathered her toast, Vulpecula watching the pretty Indian girl go to sit with a boy she somewhat recognized. She screwed her face into an expression of absolute concentration before she finally recognized Matteo. However, her thoughts of him weren't what one would call pleasant. He was muggleborn and a dimwit. Vix wasn't exactly completely prejudiced towards non-purebloods, but she didn't see his purpose of attending any Wizarding School. She was sure that he most likely would fail his N.E.W.T.s, surprised that he had apparently made it past his O.W.L.s. He was a pretty boy with a pretty face and a gentle heart but that was about as far as the appeal went with him. She was no stranger to his lack of intelligence by her own standards and couldn't help but to take some form of offence. Not because she thought he was stupid, but because she happened to intrude on his History of Magic class after having forgotten her book for her Charms class a couple times and each time she went to retrieve it by the grace of her Head of Eden House, she noticed he was either staring off into the distance or making magic airplanes float about.

Had he been a pure-blood goofing off, she wouldn't have cared too much. They grew up learning these things and their parents would always tell them what great wizards and witches they were kin to. But she got an impression from Teo that he didn't care where his magic came from, how he got it, or why, just that he had magic. She felt it was a disrespect to their culture and he had no right to goof off after he had been whisked away from the incredibly boring life muggles lead and brought into a world that muggles could only write and dream about. She felt that muggleborns, more than anyone, should pay as close attention as they could in their classes.

But she would never say so aloud to him or anyone.

Pure-blood she may be, she wasn't intolerant and her discrimination was very selective. She didn't dislike any form of wizard or witch or see them as lesser than her and other pure-bloods. Sure, then majority of her friends were pure-bloods of prominent families, but she had a variety of other friends on the spectrum of lineage. Not many muggleborns, okay. So, perhaps, she was a bit more judgemental towards some of those raised in the muggle world. She could defend her claim to such an attitude by pointing out that she only disliked those who were idiots or ungrateful of their abilities and what doors they opened.

It had nothing to do with their blood status, that she would say. However, against her case, she had never actually tried to help Matteo or get to know him so she didn't know if he was trying hard and simply lacked the mental capacity. She had no personal experience with him outside of him goofing off in class while she passed through. Some might say it was hypocritical of her, that she condemned his carefree antics while she herself had incited a small riot or two in class and played hooky every once in a blue moon. She would defend her case with the fact that she could afford to. Her grades weren't at jeopardy.

As usual, she seemed to give far too much time to a passing thought and had lost herself with an internal debate, not noticing she had been staring at Anita and Matteo for so long that her vision had gone blurry. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision through her glasses and set her cat down, shooing him away before offering Emery a gentle smile whilst she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Lypámai, agapi̱té,” she apologized with a soft laugh, referring to him, as she did with most people, as dear. Her mother did that too. She parted her lips once more to ask him how his summer was, letting her hand rest on his shoulder still as she looked him directly in the eyes with a gentle stare.

Most people would be creeped out by the invasion but Emery was one of the few who didn't mind and she didn't think he knew how much she appreciated that. Or maybe he learned how much she appreciated and valued his friendship when she attacked Zara four years ago at the mere mention of a slight bit of teasing. “Tell me, how was your summer? Exciting, I hope! Surely you missed me while having your adventure?” She teased him lightheartedly and poked his nose playfully before retreating back to her muffin and apple, often casting him a glance as she listened for his tale.

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"It's hard not to get tanned where I'm from." Teo replies with an easy shrug, "Especially when you spend your whole summer lazing on the beach or showing lost tourist girls around town."

Anita smiled at this, she had only visited Italy once, and it had been in the winter when she was very young, but she had always wanted to go in the summer.

"I'm sure they just wanted a handsome Italian man to rave to their friends about, you're still not as dark as me though," she laughed jokingly at the thought of tourist girls fawning over Teo.

She of course had enough hot weather in India, but the idea of Italy in the summer seemed so romantic and beautiful. Teo's voice brought Anita out of her thoughts.

"How were your holidays?" He asks Anita as he picks up another two pieces of toast. He grabs some bacon, a spoonful of eggs, and anything else that grabs his attention, making it into one magnificent sandwich. "Did you go to any weddings?"

She chuckled at his enthusiasm for Indian weddings, and finished her toast quickly, wiping the crumbs off the side of her mouth. Her summer had been rather uneventful as opposed to others that she had before. She had worked on her dancing and played the harp, having dinner with her entire family nearly every night, which was normal. "My summer was okay, with the usual restricting parents thing," She sighed, thinking about how her parents had not let her go out with her friends as much as she would have liked to, they had even made her attend some wedding meetings. विवाह मेरी मौत हो जाएगी. Arranged marriage will be the death of me.

"My aunt Nalika married a wealthy businessman, the wedding was so elaborate. I wish I had pictures to show you and, yes they had two elephants," She knew that he was fascinated by the elephants. "The dresses were so beautiful, I'll have to invite you to the next one," she smiled at him.

Anita looked up to glance around the room to see if anyone else she knew had arrived, she saw Eithene talking to Jae over at the Vorne table and then turned her head, finding Vix to be staring at Teo rather pensively. She wondered what was going through the girl's mind, since she always seemed to think so thoroughly about things, instead of calling out to her Anita turned her head back to Teo.

Perhaps he could travel and see India with her, it was a possibility, he would certainly love it, that she knew. Of course there was the issue that her was male, and not Indian, so her parents would never let him in the house and they thought that she was going to an all girls school, so that would be a problem, and with the issue of cost factored in, she sighed deeply. "On the other hand, since that could be really hard, I could just bring pictures," she said, knowing that he knew how her parents were, well, he knew half of it.

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The young Ligeia could only watch wordlessly as Emery excused himself and headed for Stark table. This brought her a pang of guilt, knowing that after six years of being such close friends he could tell when she was holding out information. It made it all the more worse that, of all the places he could have retreated to, he retreated to Stark. There was a hint of a frown forming on her lips as she watched him launch into conversation with Hana and Stuart, two familiar faces. She wouldn't torture herself more than she already was, gathering her things and leaving as quietly as she had came, casting the sketching Robyn a glance before moseying along. It was the first time in a while that she had been speechless. She had absentmindedly come to depend on Emery being the one person within her age range who would listen to her and generally stick by her side. But now he'd rather jump to the wolves than engage in polite conversation with her?

She was probably over thinking the entire situation, something that she did often - especially as of late. She pushed out the thoughts and instead focused on working out Arithmancy in her head while she walked with no particular destination in mind. Eudoxia and Leotychides padded along behind her, pouncing at her heels every few steps as they clicked against the pavement. She kept her head down as her vision went blurry from staring at the ground for so long, her blinks spaced apart far longer than usual. Luckily, it seemed everyone else was paying more attention than she was and did well to avoid her. It was sheer luck that she had begun walking again after a short pause, lest she have gotten hit by a rogue quaffle that had escaped the grip of a Chaser who seemed to be practicing, having apparently lost his touch over the summer. Regardless, she marched on.

It wasn't until after a short walk down a hill that she was pulled from her thoughts. She lifted her gaze to see a proud and large Hippogriff resting peacefully while some stray students sketched from afar. Smiling, Vix approached the Hippogriff preening its russet feathers with a gentle coo in her voice, a tone she often took with beasts but never people. “Rostbraun. I hope you've missed me.” She let her bag strap slide from her shoulder as she held out a hand, only a few feet away now. She was glared at by sharp golden eyes before the creature stood and turned around, giving a light screech. “Don't be like that! I didn't mean to abandon you. I just had very important business to take care of. I'd have taken you with me, but I'd have gotten arrested. Is that what you want? You want me in prison?”

She carried on casual conversation with him far better than she did with most people, a light pout in her voice as she was given the cold shoulder. However, there was a light smirk as she went to her bag, shooing away her felines as they pawed at it. With a merry hum, she fetched out another brown bag. The cats immediately assumed that it was more squirrel meat for them and meowed happily. However, she pulled out a dead ferret and nudged the creature's haunches. “C'mon. You know you can't stay mad at me.” She cooed some more, smiling as he slowly turned around. He snatched the dead meal from her quickly, wolfing it down. He pressed his massive head against her chest, a strange gurgling-like coo rumbling in his chest as she petted him affectionately. Out of all their creatures, he was her favorite one. She could still remember her first class with him six or so years ago. She had come down to groom him whenever she could nearly every day after and often snuck out at night to bring him treats.

From inside the hut, a curly-haired man watches as the student coddles the giant creature. Much like any day, he goes unnoticed in the company of the beasts in his care. This proves true even now, even by one of his favorite students; he ends up at the young witch's side before he's even noticed. "Here so early, Miss Ligeia?" he inquires, a voice rich with an Eygptian accent, "Don't you have an introduction brunch you should be attending?"

Vulpecula had been nuzzling Rostbraun, stroking his silky feathers, when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned with a smile, headbutted in the back by an attention deprived creature that whined, as she laughed for the first time in ages. She slung an arm around her feathered friend and shrugged her shoulders in her usual nonchalant way. “It's never too early to be up spending time with these magnificent beasts.” Rostbraun replied with an almost smug expression, arrogantly holding his head a little higher. “Jerm -- Professor Morton -- we both know that I don't always do what I should. I probably should be there. I probably should be in correct uniform. I probably should have not ditched last year. But, that's me. I'm a rebel. Rules schmules.”

Out of respect for one of her handful of favored professors, she refrained from using a first name basis with him. However, she couldn't help the almost sarcastic tone with him. She didn't mind hiding things from her friends but when it came to her professors, who were pretty much her first friends at Magdalena until Emery came along, it was a bit more difficult. She literally bit her tongue and gave a quirky smile before switching subjects. “How was your summer? Good, I hope.” She forced a more enthusiastic tone as she lowered to sitting on the ground with Rostbraun, leaning against him while he playfully snapped at the cats pawing at his feathers.

Jermaine Morton cocks a brow, sparing a glance with his Hippogriff. He and Rostbraun look at each other the way old friends do and when the beast gives a shake to its mighty head, it elicits a hearty chuckle out of the professor. "Well I'll pretend I never saw you-...again..."

Vix snorted softly as she spoke bravely. “Hawthorne can't force me to eat. And I've already went through this. Last year. My presence there is superfluous and my time is better spent here. Helping poor, Vix-deprived creatures like Rostbraun here, reconnect. With me. It's for the greater good, really.” She placed her head against Rost's and gave a feigned look of wide-eyed innocence before grinning. “Seriously - What happened while I was gone? First Emery, now you, with avoiding any attempt at full conversation. Does Hawthorne have a hit out on me? Are you guys trying to avoid Dementors he's sent out to hunt me down and drag me away for interrogation?” She continued using her joking tone but wondered why it did seem like people were avoiding her more than usual. Perhaps, again, she was being paranoid for no reason. Though, she did give a worried look like the Headmaster or Deputy Headmistress might have actually sent something or someone after her.

"I do not know what happened between you and this Emery boy but I was making jest. Yes? I am delighted to see you as always, Vulpecula, as is Rostbraun." Reaching out to pet the beast between the eyes with hearts in his own. His captivation for the creatures he cares for is something to be admired. Some say the kinship he feels with them is what got him the job, considering his blood status, not that he didn't get along with the students. Sparing a look at the young witch, he cocks a curious brow, "What troubles you, little one? You seem more-...antsy that usual.""

Great. She was being paranoid. She pinched the bridge of her nose, now saddened that she hadn't grabbed her muffin and apple in her most depressingly undramatic exit. She was unlike her family in that she could actually be upset without being a diva. Her family's way of mourning and tantrums were quite over the top. She was a little less subtle, but it seemed she wasn't subtle enough. “I don't want to talk about it... And I am not usually antsy.” She mentioned the last bit in the tone that a child might use when being called adorable for the millionth time that day. However, she could feel his gaze. That gaze she hated in him, in all of her professors. That kind and patient gaze, like their eyes could see that their students were in pain. Except Professor Hardwick. He was an asshole. It was this gaze that had her bawling as a child to her professors that the other kids were being mean to her.

She recalled being teased during her first class with Professor Morton by a few kids in Stark who called her a Blood Traitor for defending him. Squib or not, nobody could deny the connection she had with his wards and she admired that. It was what captivated her in class besides the animals. She admired that despite his lack of magical ability, he still seemed to have some form of unseen magic that so many Magizoologists possessed. It was always a wonder to her. She remembered many times carrying her meals and marching down to his shack, her arms full with food and books and two cats and a bag while the socially inept eleven year old attempted to make her first friend at school.

He was her first friend from Magdalena and she wasn't going to outright lie to him. She tore her gaze from his and looked down, mumbling incoherently under her breath. Not even Rostbraun understood her, nudging her, encouraging her to speak up. “My mother is dead.” And it felt so weird to say it to someone else. As if it made the truth all the more true, making the pain so much worse. She pulled her knees to her chest and refused to cry, hiding her face as her cats rubbed against her. Rostbraun rubbed his head against her too, though it caused her body to rock because he was so large. It didn't do much to make the pain any less but she appreciated the attempted comfort.

His smile falls at the mention of her grief and for a moment his heart aches for her. Watching the effervescent child he's come to know look so downtrodden elicits a kind of empathy he only usually holds for his creatures. He watches patiently as the animals do their own comforting before squatting down in front of the young witch. Placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, he keeps his voice low and says, "You have my condolensces, child." Jermaine turns to sit beside her, shooing the cats out of the way before he begins rubbing circles between her shoulder blades, "I know nothing I say could possibly make the pain go away and I won't try to understand what you're going through. We all grieve in different ways." he offers a smile, dragging her gaze up to meet his own, "Just know we're here if you ever need to get away for a while."

Eudoxia and Leotychides give haughty glares before clambering atop Rostbraun, curling up against his feathers. Vix sniffles a bit as she's gently brought to look her instructor in the eyes. She knows his words are true, as he and Magdalena's creatures have always been there for her. Still, she doesn't know how to handle death. Her great grandparents, both her grandmothers, and her father's father were all dead before she was even born. Even her maternal grandfather still lived. She had never been to a funeral before in her life and nobody had told her what procedure there was to handle such an occasion. She tried to distract herself and it didn't work. She tried to be happy but she didn't see how she could, not truly, knowing that her mother was gone forever. She certainly didn't want to talk about it.

She feared that the more she talked about it, the more people who knew, the more she would be forced to face it. Those faces of pity, the people walking on eggshells as if anything they said or did would be a trigger to upset her, the constant condolences. The funeral had been unbearable and she informed her father that she was returning to school immediately, even before Agatha was buried. She would not watch them put her mother in the ground. And she did go back. For a day or so before sneaking out. She visited her brothers and attempted to immerse herself into their lives, studying them and spending time. After a while they started bugging her too much. They understood that she didn't accept what happened.

“I don't know what to do. Ever since I was little... I was going to work with her when I graduated. Now she's.... She's not here. I don't... I don't have a purpose.” Her accent had become thicker as her voice betrayed the tears threatening to fall from her clouded eyes.

"Now I'll here none of that," he scolds, his words veiled with adoration, "Your mother wouldn't want you talking like that.[b]" Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Jermaine brings her in, embracing her however unfamiliar he is with the gesture, "[b]You want my opinion? Work for your mother now that she's gone. Be the force that helps her memory live on."

He was right, of course he was. She closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned against him and sniffled some more. She wanted to scream and cry and break things. She wanted to hit the next person that pissed her off. She wanted to throw a tantrum. But Agatha would not be happy with such behavior. An intellectual, yes. But, Agatha raised her daughter to be a lady when called for. But wasn't this one of those times when Vix could cut up and just let everything out? Still, she still didn't want to react.

Just like talking about it, reacting just made it more real. She would bottle it all up as much as she could. Perhaps in that way she could spend her days clinging to some belief that her mother wasn't dead. But then she might end up like poor Mrs. Gralund, talking to her dead husband. Well, talking to an empty chair. She was always talking to herself and kissing the air, asking for someone to stop and take their picture. Vix didn't want to be crazy.

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September 8th




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The school year had officially begun.

After the breakfast feast, orientation started for all students. First years; or as referred to by the headmaster, ersten Jahren, made things especially hectic, but they always did. Compassion was something the staff often enforced. Students of every grade had been there before, therefore it was nobody’s job to hassle them.

A week forward, students should now have had their schedules in order, and even maybe have gotten a little more sleep in the comfort of their dorms, which were located on the upper floors, comprised of balconies and bridges stringing over the view of the entrance hall. All fashioned and lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with orange autumn light.

It had been a rainy week, some couldn’t even recall seeing the sun once during the first days of school. Nonetheless, the alumni kept the homecoming festivities rolling, but it wasn’t long until a gloom began to settle. It wasn’t any early-winter gloom that most experienced around this time. It was hardly winter yet in Germany. Something was clearly depressing the atmosphere.

Rumors of dragon sightings began to travel. Spreading like a wildfire, every student had to have heard something by the wake of the second week. Muggles had even apparently caught sight of the supposed ”UFOs”, but unfortunately the students were left in the dark.

Eventually, the ministry had sent word to Magdalena of the recent encounters, and Professor Hawthorne publicly and personally explained to staff and students what was occurring Monday morning.

“'Professor Decimus Wendell Hawthorne,'” chuckles rose among the students as the Headmaster read aloud the statement from the Minister himself. With a grunt and a half smile of his own, the Professor continued extravagantly. “'And to all whom it may concern at Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

“‘It is to my dismay that I inform the wizarding communities of Germany and nearby settlements about the recent sightings of Chinese dragons. I’m afraid I have no personal knowledge as to why they’ve left their country to journey as far as Europe, but we know for certain that they have become a danger to central Germany. Chinese dragons aren’t known to act up as we’ve seen this past week, attacking farms, and increasingly populated places.’” Hawthorne trailed off, dropping the letter down on the podium and tightening his jaw.

“As you all know, and it goes without saying, the school will be carrying out lockdown procedures. I understand that this isn’t how any of you would like to start your Monday, but it looks as though we haven’t got any choice.” Hawthorne leaned heavily down upon the neatly engraved podium. It was true, he never liked laying down bad news, but it was not in his nature to sugarcoat subjects like this. “This means herbology, and other outdoor classes, will be heavily supervised, and dungeons will be utilized if those dragons come too close for comfort.”

The Headmaster, gazed down at the letter that sat before him, but he only nodded as if just agreeing with his decisions. “So, all that is left to say is enjoy your breakfast.” His tone defaulted to that of more positivity, and he turned to take his seat, leaving the students to their own thoughts.

With that, the second week had begun, and it wasn’t shaping out to be a good one.

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The past week had been a slightly bearable day by Vix's standards; She had spent a good deal of time playing with Rostbraun and hiding out with Professor Mortimer, escaping whatever Prefect duties she could whenever she could without being completely lazy about it as well as avoiding the Headmaster like the plague. However, she resolved to make up for it today. She cringed at the thought of any sort of failure coming from her part, excusing last year's trip as a necessity and more of a success considering the loads of things she learned. This year, she assured -- no, promised -- herself, would be far better than all the other seven years. She had even bothered to wear proper uniform that day, albeit continuing to adorn herself with a few accessories; her mother's bracelets, a spattering of studs and jewels in her ears, a bar in her tongue. And her heels. Her beautiful green pumps. There hadn't been a single day when she had looked completely in uniform since the day she arrived, though she hadn't always been caught. Usually when she was it was for her shoes.

She was going to change this year. Sort of.

She looked different today, having changed her jet black dreads into waves and large curls of milk chocolate and adorning minimal makeup. She kept her tattoos covered, her hair down so that the one on her neck wasn't visible either. She had even gone against polishing her nails though she couldn't resist a quick manicure, striping the tips with green. She could try all day and night but she wouldn't, couldn't, allow herself to just be normal. It simply wasn't how she was programmed. Still, she looked professional enough and she felt that it would do fine. At least she hadn't completely disregarded dress code as she had done the first day. She donned her robe over her knee-length pleated skirt of grey, her vest, stockings, and snowy blouse after tucking in her tie.

She had been up before the sun, completing her morning ritual of yoga and bathing, tending to her plants and experimenting with potions before she slipped into uniform and began to prowl the halls with her nose stuck in a book, her bag filled with necessities for class as well as guides for new students who she had noticed yesterday hadn't gotten the hang of their schedule or routes yet. She took care to pay enough attention to others to avoid them this time around, politely greeting those she passed. She soon enough had to put her book away, tasking herself with guiding a group of adrift adolescents who were getting turned around, hazed by some of the older students as they struggled to find their way around through the crowd. It preoccupied her mind and disallowed her to be dismal with depressing passing thoughts as she offered her best smile and assured them that they'd eventually get the hang of it and the other students had meant no harm to the tiny children. She hadn't bothered with attempting to engage them in conversation relating to their studies, figuring she would end up getting carried away and losing their attention with her babble.

Instead, she spoke of Magdalena's extracurriculars and staff as though she were a saleswoman making a pitch or a professor talking to a parent of a potential pupil. Her lack of personal boundaries proved to be of little issue, seeming to comfort some and amuse others as she linked arms with one of them while acting as their guide, patting a few heads while she was at it. They had finally arrived among the mass of other students eating and she quickly directed them to Eden's table, not too far behind them. Adjusting her badge and holding her head up, she turned her head to see that her nettlesome felines were prowling around and begging for a spot of food from her House mates. Shaking her head with a light smile, she fell into silence and stood in a bit of a daze as if not knowing what to do with herself now alone -- Even in the room teeming with other individuals she couldn't help but to feel a mite lonesome.

It was the baritone of the Headmaster that drew her out of her convoluted thoughts, her brows lifting at his speech. She wasn't quite as fazed by it as most, pursing her lips. Dragons were dangerous and not a creature easily tamed. The only “tame” dragons to exist were counted on a single hand weren't quite so much tame as they were conquered, doing their masters' bidding with the expectation of pain being delivered if they didn't comply. Those were dragons working in banks and Vix was among those in her family who opposed such treatment of the massive creatures.

Still, it was puzzling as to why a weyr of Chinese dragons were so far from their homeland and she wondered if they'd had caused any damage yet. Her question was answered just as the thought formed. She wished to send an owl to her brother but it was likely he wouldn't give her answer. He wouldn't want her involved in anything outside of her schoolwork. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be in the know -- Skilled as he was, he was still an apprentice and he worked in the Ukraine. No way he'd know what was going on in China. Her own knowledge concerning dragons was limited to what tales her brother told her of his work, a few dusty books she had read, and the outrage her father brought home about battered dragons he treated at banks. Still, she knew enough that it was queer for the dragons to have migrated so far East.

She gave a sigh as worried chatter rose from many of the first years at Eden's table, offering a quick smile as she spoke up a bit. “Alright, calm down. I assure you that we are perfectly safe here from any dragon. The dungeons are sturdy and capable of holding and protecting us all. Besides, the only fire-breathing, coldblooded carnivore you need to concern yourself with while you're here is Professor Hardwick. If any dragons come by, I'm quite sure his temperament and scowl will send them off before you can say "Shuntbumps".” Her voice was raised enough that her table and a few other tables could hear her, her tone confident and light as she teased to ease the jitters. She earned a few laughs as the tension died down a bit though there were some still, understandably, worried. Quite a few of them had family in Germany and worried for the their safety. Stark students nearby were quick to throw glares at the blasphemy she spoke of their House Head.

Ducking down, unsure if any professors had shot disapproving glares at her words -- if they'd even heard her -- she made her way to a small boy clinging to his sister, both seemingly on the verge of tears. They were from a small town on the outskirts of Germany, bordering France. “Warum gehst du nicht auf einen buchstaben arbeiten heute und senden sie eine eule, um ihre familie in der mittagspause. Ich bin sicher, sie sind in ordnung, liebt.” “Why don't you work on a letter today and send an owl to your family during lunch. I'm sure they're fine, loves,” she told them. Unfortunately, the harsh German tongue clashed greatly against the more graceful flow of her native Greek language and she never had liked using the language much. It sounded so ugly. She had to speak slowly and sound out the words so that she wasn't misunderstood, fearing that the children before her would take offense at her slow talking.

She gave her best reassuring smile as she wrapped her arms around them and pulled them in tight. They weren't overreacting, of course. Dragons were known to be dangerous and fiercely territorial -- They might not be quite as spazzed if the news delivered hadn't mentioned that the dragons were attacking populated areas and farms. She would spaz too if she had heard that a dragon was flying around Greece off of the reserves, attacking cities and towns.

She was sure that Lidya and Gregorov's family was safe, assuming that the dragons had taken a northwestern flight rather than rounding south then east. If they hadn't reached Magdalena yet then they wouldn't have reached the Kripkes' town. So, she rubbed their arms and shushed them before leaving them to scribble letters of warning and well wishes whilst stuffing their faces. Vulpecula played with her hair for a moment and a half, moving along the table eventually to soothe a few more students, her lack of boundaries not being so strange now as she hugged and patted backs. She began reaching into her bag, passing out maps to those who had yet to navigate the large castle so that they wouldn't get into trouble for showing up late. Some hadn't yet gotten their supplies for class in hand and she encouraged them to do so before breakfast ended, lest they end up in a mad rush for their dormitories to acquire their things, stampeding back through the halls to reach class on time. It always did well to be prepared.

She took her own advice, caring little to socialize with her friends before making her way through the crush of other students as she headed for the greenhouse. She had Advanced Herbology up first with one of her favorite professors. She enjoyed talk of flora with the Aussie Half-Blood and even more, she enjoyed sharing her crossbred plants with him. She had a host of notes of her experiments in her trademark fox bag along with moving photos of some of her more mobile plants. She was recently proud of a plant she had cultivated that served double medicinal properties that helped with her sleeping disability and provided a tasty treat. She wasn't completely sure of its nutritional purposes yet though. However, it did cause a temporary problem with salivation of those who ingested it. She was very careful and timid with her experiments concerning plants, fearing that she might harm the greenery. Still, she was excited. Her cats weren't too far behind, bellies filled with pilfered meat from their morning of begging. They gave happy meows as the greenhouse came into sight.

They weren't the first ones there, having been beat to the location by three others. She recognized them from Herbology Club and gave them a wave as she marched right towards Professor Ludwig, pulling out a small stack of papers with photos attached as she did before immediately launching into discussion as though she had only seen him yesterday. Which, she hadn't. For the first week of school she avoided her extracurriculars with feigned sickness while she had gathered herself. She hadn't participated much in class either other then getting her work done, extricated from even her most beloved professors and subjects. But today she was a woman new, doing her very best to snap back to herself. That came with chatter. “Been meaning to show you these. I was originally working on a fruit bearing plant to treat angina and dyspnea at once without need for preparation and providing some ease on the taste buds, which I succeeded in, but it came along with some endophytic fungi. The plant is lobelia peculiarem hydrastis sapidum. I got the lobelia seeds from Eastern Africa, which I think carried the fungi.”

She proudly displays notes and photos concerning a plant lush with dark green leaves and large bluish-purple berries with cream colored ledge-like appendages growing from the stems near the base of the potted bush plant. “I'm still working on the, uh... The sialorrhea problem. And the... Well, it makes your lips numb. That only worsens the drooling. Still, it has proved effective in treating angina, dyspnea, and low blood sugar. The Silverseal does cause low blood sugar -- but you know that -- however, the lobelia peculiarem counteracts the berberine to stabilize blood sugar levels. I'll admit that i hadn't expected the two plants to cross well with one another but I am glad. I've been working on it for ages. I should have known that the lobelia was the perfect plant to counteract the Silverseal!” The chattering young woman moved both hands, hardly giving the professor a chance to peek at the notes or get more than a moment's glance at the photographs with her excited and animated movements while she explained the usage of her plant. It was hardly extraordinary compared to many other plants out there but she was quite proud of hers because it was hers.

It was slightly forced, her excitement. She was still reeling on the inside. As she had told Professor Mortimer, she didn't know how to handle death. The only thing she had been able to do to keep from dissolving into tears and becoming a nervous wreck was to keep herself busy. Entertaining and caring for Rostbraun and delving deeper into her schoolwork and personal experiments more than usual did the ticket but it had caused her to shirk her responsibilities as a Prefect. She coveted her Prefect position because she saw it to be a testament to being one of the best students. She could not face the shame of having it taken away. A bit of chocolate, a pep talk, and forced conversations had set her morning off in a decent direction. However, she wasn't sure if she could keep up the façade. She didn't really want to talk to them. Not the students. Not the staff. She just wanted to lay down. Vix didn't want to cry anymore though. She was fresh out of tears. Not really, but she had used a spell to keep her from crying after going to lunch last week with watery eyes. It ruined her mascara!

The bright teen kept on her brave face, giving the expert of flora before her a most nervous half of smile that favored the left side. She could feel her knees wobble as she wondered if perhaps she was trying too hard. She hadn't actually spoken to him since... Well, last year. Maybe he was disappointed in her for dropping out and spending the last week as a robot, avoiding confrontation with him. Maybe she had hurt his feelings. She liked to think a few of her professors considered her a friend. She seemed to have earlier hurt Emery's feelings when she held back information from him, information she still withheld. Besides the Headmaster, she had avoided Emery the most. She hadn't meant to, not completely. She just didn't want to break. He did that thing, being so nice and comforting. She had never withheld personal information from him because she never had personal information to hide. She was afraid to see disappointment in his eyes. She would surely crack then. It would only be too soon then that he'd blab to somebody even if he didn't mean too.

But why? Why was it such a secret that her mother was dead? Everyone else had family members that died all the time, right? She had consoled a person or two that had lost grandparents, never thinking she'd lose somebody. She always figured she would die before anyone else in her family. Possibly from falling out of a tree. Simply, she didn't want what she saw everyone get when they brought news of death. She had never truly felt sorry for anyone whose family member had passed because that was life, she always thought. And she didn't want that. People would pat her back and look at her like a unicorn with a split hoof limping through the halls and forcing herself to make it through the day. She wasn't the strongest girl at school but she wouldn't let them see her cry. The thought of going a week or even longer with people asking her to talk about it, saying they were sorry and probably not meaning it, asking if she was okay... She didn't want it. But the fact remained that she couldn't continue going on as detached as she was. She'd then be bothered by more questions. The best thing to do, she decided, was to act as if none of it ever happened. Fake it until you make it -- Her grandfather told her muggles said that sometimes. It applied.